Post by Silas on Aug 30, 2009 1:13:33 GMT -5
Your character's full name: Thomas Redford "
Age: 27
Species: Vulpine (Fox)
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:
Age: 27
Species: Vulpine (Fox)
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance:
Thom Redford, a slick-looking fox, with russet , black and white fur and more or less of average height, has a certain scruffy look about him, hardly bothering to sort out his fur, which would be futile anyways, as it is full of dirt and grit. Though he does have a mind to keep his whiskers in line, which gives him a rather rogue-ish look about him. Attributing to that is his physical toughness, created by many a cold night in the back country. His eyes are an interesting shade of brown, always appearing to be in some sort of ponderance over matters no one else may be able to see. His left ear appears to have a small chunk taken out by a cutting implement, though no one would be able to tell when he dons his black leather hat to shade his eyes from the sun. He also wears a black leather jacket to fend off sandstorms and the cold night air, oftentimes a dirty white shirt and some jeans placed underneath. His posture and movement seems very relaxed, and his expression smug more times than not.Belongings:
In addition to his leather jacket and hat, Thom carries around a repeating rifle on his back for hunting, made cheaply yet somehow it ends up being quite reliable. However Thom also carries a revolver, which is stylistically engraved and gleaming a dull silver. An all-purpose knife and some rope are tied to his belt, and he makes use of them when required. He also carries about a few books, fire-starting materials, and two canteens of water.Job or Position:
Gun for hirePersonality:
Thom is always on the lookout for money, however passively so. He does not obsess about the idea of getting rich in the old west. Instead he seeks time to enjoy and look after who else but himself. And no one else. Initially he can be rough around newcomers, growling and irritable, but soon he gets over it despite his flaring temper that only saw fit to surface when the greatest indignity was placed upon him.History and Background Information:
Thom was born into a lower working class family in the northeast. He went to a second-rate school while his parents busied themselves with what jobs there were in the area to make ends meet. But soon, Thom's father, a remarkably respectable vulpine, could take no more as he watched Thom and his little sister come home in the rain, dirty and beaten by nameless bullies, and his wife returning home with a mere pawful of pay. He managed to hold onto that money for dear life, and soon the idea of moving west seemed just like what they needed, as so many other beasts thought. Upon arriving in the west, Thom was 16 by now, toughened by city life and the arduous journey under the blazing sun. When they sought to purchase a piece of land, his father was swindled by a wealthy shrew with claims to huge tracts of open prairie. They went into service under him to pay off their debts, and one day Thom's father died of an unknown illness, worked to the very bone. Infinite rage shot through him, and now Thom found himself stealing a revolver from the local gunsmith's shop and shooting the wealthy landowner dead. He and his sister fled, while his mother was taken in by the Marshall. Ever since, he's been hanging around dust-towns, buying the odd drink and doing the odd job. His sister found employment as a barmaid and was quite well-off compared to their childhood. Thom, however, manages to scrape by with the knowledge that thinking about a future was useless now. The Law has seen to that.Any other details:
(Yes, this guy's going into some western thing! Maybe Rio, maybe some other thing that I myself throw out there. Or he could be put to other things as well, of course.)